My Dearest Love

   At times, when life seems too busy, and distractions abound, the greatest things in life can quickly fade into the background. These times can be like being in a desert, with no water to satisfy the thirsty soul. These times are like dry spells, without the only thing that can possibly quench a thirst, that only intensifies with every passing moment. The need for closeness and true love is deeply ingrained in each human being. Deeply impressed, in a every fibre of our being is the need for a relationship with the Holy One. We all have the need to reconnect to the source of life, whether we recognize this need or not. This small poem talks about coming to the realization of having ignored that need and desiring to restore things to their rightful place.

My Dearest Love

When I’m with you, I feel complete,

Your tender love is what I need,

The wisest words delight me so,

I cannot bear to let you go.

When will we have that time again?

When will it be, I cannot wait?

How can I stand to be apart?

Without your closeness near to my heart,

If I should go on more time like this,

I’ll quickly waste away with ease.

Yet deep inside the truth I know,

Is I never have to let you go.

You love me more than length of time,

Your love’s the highest most sublime.

Bring me the peace that’s true and pure.

Your love to me is the only cure.

Keep loving, me and keep me near.

That I may always know your love so dear,

Ignite in me your kind of love,

That won’t grow cold, that I dream of.

Remind me how you wait for me,

For this my love’s my greatest plea,

To walk with you in every way,

With my heart bound to you each day.

I was made for you without a doubt,

Your love surrounds me all about.

Don’t want to waste more time apart,

My longing’s intense, with all my heart,

Don’t let me be apart from you,

My love for you, daily renew.

That I may seek your perfect way,

And share with all and to them say,

No greater love can there exist.

That can go on and through time persist,

No deeper love can there be found.

Nothing is there quite as profound.

Await for me then, please my love,

That we may meet again,

And this time never let me go.

My dearest, sweetest, perfect love.

If so be it

Giant Menorah

We designed and made a giant menorah for this Channukah. Due to special circumstances it took some creativity to come up with a new design. For more pictures view my other blog by following this link:
Menorah & Channukia An Inovative Design

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Have a HAPPY CHANNUKAH!

What Is Your Delight?

Some time ago, approximately a year, I wrote this poem during the time we read parasha Toldot. Unfortunately, one day my toddler decided to entertain herself by cutting some pages from my notebook where I kept it. When I found the poem, I noticed the last parts missing. This didn't bother me much, because I remembered asking my son to copy it for me on his lap top. About a week ago, I asked my son about it, and was upset to find that his file had been corrupted and he would not be able to retrieve it. After thinking it over for a few days, I finally decided that the only thing to do was to write a new ending. I'm not sure how the last poem ended, but I tried to keep the main message intact. Here is the result of my effort to save my work... 

What then, is your pleasure or else your delight?

Would you crave for grandeur, position, or fame?

If all that pervades in your heart and your mind,

Be things so admired by others the same.

Can one hold so dearly admiration from others?

Perhaps it’s control, and the power it affords

Could be great possessions, vanity, or its lovers;

Trying to fill a great void, always looking for more.

One man sought adventure in the excitement of hunting.

This man lived for living though redundant may sound.

He hungered and lusted giving up to his brother;

With great haste sold his birthright without taking ‘ny thought.

A pious man had a different desire on his part.

He was whole and yet simple dwelling daily in tents.

Other goals filled his time, his whole mind, and his heart.

He would not fit the mold of this world with its bends.

Seeking something far better was the goal of such man.

To the goals everlasting, he would hold onto fast;

For he cherished true blessings, covenant, promised land.

Only in G-d’s Word he trusted, the only thing that does last.

Thereupon are two choices and two paths for the heart.

One seeks vanity, pride, and the lusts that do blind.

The other one has a vision based on faith from the start;

Reaching high to a destiny that is pure and sublime.

How will your life expose the desires that prevail?

Will your life hold true meaning? Decide now, make a choice.

Be distracted by things that don’t profit or avail,

Or take delight in G-d’s Word taking heed of His Voice!

*Moving Blog Contents!

I started another blog titled  SHEMA. Most posts from this blog have been moved there, and will most likely be deleted from this one shortly. This blog will continue however, storing my collection of poems. Over the past few years, I have written several poems which I hope to gather and include in this blog soon.

My two blogs will be:

*From Home To Eternity: Poems written on a wide range of topics

*SHEMA  Various posts based on:

         -Scriptures

         -Homemaking

         -Education

         -Mothering

         -Activities

One Godly Woman’s Legacy

My life has been touched by some very special people. I want this post to focus on one whom is no longer with us. One of the persons which has impacted my life the most, was  a godly woman. She was a woman of faith which was actually an encouragement to my own mother. While my parents grew up secular for the most part without a particular creed or religion, they did believe in the existence of G-d. This woman whom I will call Mary, made it her personal responsibility to share the Word with my mom. She constantly invited my mom to church, and when my mom was too busy to attend, she would ask if in her place she would send my older sisters. This woman never gave up, nor would she be turned away so easily by rejection. She was an amazing woman, always showing concern for the wellbeing of others.
Mary’s story was one of triumph. Her young years were filled with sorrow and sadness, but she never let that determine her destiny. She could have blamed outer circumstances as reason for bitterness and resentment. Instead she rose above it all and became the amazing woman who touched the lives of many. Mary grew up with a determined attitude. She knew what she wanted in life, and she fought for what she valued.
This woman had a family of five children. The oldest around my mom’s age. So the gap in age between her and me was quite a large one. For many years I only heard from her occasionally. Running into her and every now and then, we would exchange a few brief words. At the time around my engagement, something changed drastically. I found myself visiting her almost on a daily basis. It was during those visits, that I got to know her in a more personal way.
She was always welcoming and greeted me with a smile every time I came by. Usually during my visits, she would share things about herself with me. There were times that she would pull out a notebook of poems she had written and share them with me. Other times we would sit and just talk about things such as faith and family. The talks were always so interesting and lively, being that besides so much knowledge she had a good sense of humor as well. She would answer my many questions, as I sat there in awe at the wisdom of this elderly woman. I’m not certain whether  she realized an admiration on my part. Mary was a humble woman and many times wondered out loud why I would take the time to visit with her. Maybe it was the fact that I was in my late teen years coupled by the large difference in years between us that made her wonder. Yet she was always grateful and appreciative of my visits.
What I find so remarkable about this woman, is the fruitfulness of her life. She always shared her faith with the people she met along the way. And the thing I now wished I would have asked her about, is one that has constantly been on my mind. Three of her children which were her sons, the other two were daughters, went on to become ministers. One of them actually was the one that conducted my wedding ceremony. How, I wonder, did she raise her children. I know of her children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren; they have continued in the faith even many years after her passing away.
The impact this woman had is one I wish I had, at least on my descendants. It’s not so much the fact that she raised three ministers,  that is the most admirable. What left an impression on me is the fact that she taught her children well. How many times in Scripture we read of a new generation that did not know G-d.
^{7 “}And the people served the LORD all the days of Joshua, and all the days of the elders that outlived Joshua, who had seen all the great works of the LORD, that he did for Israel.
⁸And Joshua the son of Nun, the servant of the LORD, died, being an hundred and ten years old.
⁹And they buried him in the border of his inheritance in Timnathheres, in the mount of Ephraim, on the north side of the hill Gaash.
¹⁰And also all that generation were gathered unto their fathers: and there arose another generation after them, which knew not the LORD, nor yet the works which he had done for Israel.
¹¹And the children of Israel did evil in the sight of the LORD, and served Baalim:
¹²And they forsook the LORD God of their fathers, which brought them out of the land of Egypt, and followed other gods, of the gods of the people that were round about them, and bowed themselves unto them, and provoked the LORD to anger.
¹³And they forsook the LORD, and served Baal and Ashtaroth.”  Judges 2:7-13
It’s heartbreaking to think that G-d’s children would not walk in his ways because the previous generation had failed in teaching their children. This is something I’m constantly repeating to my own children and one of the main reasons we chose to home-school. I pray Hashem gives me the wisdom and diligence to teach my children so that my future descendants will continue to love, serve Him, and walk in his ways.
This is a lesson I get from the Patriarchs. They took such special care to transmit what they valued (the fear of Hashem and love of His Word) to the following generations that even to this day they’re still baring fruit. How amazing is that! We read about Abraham:
^{19 “}For I know him, that he will command his children and his household after him, and they shall keep the way of the LORD, to do justice and judgment; that the LORD may bring upon Abraham that which he hath spoken of him.” Genesis 18:19 
Mary knew the importance of teaching the next generation too. She was diligent and loving, and while I may never know how she raised her children, I can to this day see how effective she was. She was a successful woman in my opinion. May Hashem grant us all, that love Him and are seeking to serve Him, the effectiveness in transmitting to the future generations the fear of the True and Living G-d. May he strengthen us and give us a vision to see past our immediate circumstances and instead focus on what counts to eternity.

Cooking Scarcely in a Large Family

This week I began cooking on more of a regular basis. What I mean by regular is actually daily. As strange as that may sound, for the mother of ten; I will proceed to explain how this has come to be the case around our home. Yes, of course we do have regular meals; although I'm not necessarily the one who prepares them.

The days when I used to cook daily are all a blur now. A faint memory is all that's left. Why and when did I stop cooking? The answer is quite simple really. As our family grew and our home education began to take on more of a formal approach, we began to teach the kids some basic cooking skills. With time they begin experimenting with new recipes. Mostly at the beginning, the cooking was along side mom or dad. But shortly after, the kids were allowed to cook on their own due to their progress in learning.

So many benefits stemmed from this first decision to teach them cooking. To begin with, working with recipe books proved to be an excellent way for learning fractions. All I recall, is one day asking my daughter how she had come up with the correct quantities for doubling or tripling the ingredients. She went on to explain to my amazement how she had added the fractions. She was at the time around six or seven I think. This was such a surprise to me, specially since I had not deliberately introduced her to fractions. Besides learning a necessary skill for life which is great in itself, another added benefit was teaching character; for in preparing meals for others, one also learns to serve. As if this all wasn't enough we had the added benefit of more help to get things done around the house, which is actually pretty terrific.

Cooking and baking has been a natural learning process around my home. My older kids I taught, naturally, However my younger ones mostly picked up this skills from their older siblings. I don't think a week passes by without the younger ones 8-12 baking some cookies, trying a new recipe, or preparing a dessert for Shabbat. I have then come to the conclusion through personal experience that work and education go hand in hand. What an advantage it has been to us, the freedom to teach at home with more of a hands on approach.

To conclude, I'd like to add that I'm proud to say the students have exceeded the teacher. The food the kids help make is always tasty and prepared with such creativity. I want to specially give credit to my two dear daughters. They do an excellent job. I'm glad to think that in this area at least they are preparing well to be future homemakers. And as for the boys, it's great that they can depend on themselves when necessary too. So now I'm off to start my new week preparing dinners, and as crazy as this may seem, I'll be asking for my daughters' input and opinions. It seems to me they have a much better idea when it comes to deciding on the quantities I'll be having to cook. =)